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Gaz and Dib are Good Siblings: Yet another overly long analysis

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“We’ll protect each other, in the ways we can. If one of us needs help, the other will come dashing in like the hero who saves peoples’ hearts!”

Happy Mother’s Day! (in case the photoset gifs break)

Protection Spell Jar 🛡

Ingredients: A jar with a lid/cork Black Candle Sea salt Black Pepper  Rosemary  Thyme  Basil  - Steps: 1. Gather your ingredients. 2. Light the black candle. 3. Put all the ingredients in the jar, imagine the protective energies from the black candle going into the jar. 4. If this jar has specific intentions, now would be the time to state those. As in “I am protected from this person/feeling/thing.” 5. Seal the jar.  - You’re done! - You can keep this on your altar or carry it with you for protection. You could also make one when doing something that requires a few extra shields! - I hope someone finds use in this! Enjoy! Have a lovely day 💖

Our Zim’s “thing” and why he’s the Ultimate Zim

I have talked about this a great length with many people privately since Zimvoid arc ended,

@paketdimensioncomic​ @sweetiepie08​ and @xryn-art​ 

But I don’t think I really made a whole post about it. What our Zim’s “thing” is. No, it’s not choking on styrofoam packing peanuts no matter what Zib thinks. And I can explain why really easily. 

Because this:

Is one hundred percent correct. 

Zim is really the ultimate Zim for way more reasons then he thinks. 

And it’s made even way more obvious when you reread the whole Zimvoid arc as a whole narrative.  

It’s not just because Zim was the one to completely erase the Zimvoid from his reality…

HE WAS THE ONLY ZIM WHO WAS CAPABLE OF DOING THIS.

Let’s see, what does our Zim have that the other Zims in the Zimvoid don’t?

He has a GIR. He was only able to interface with the frequency due to GIR. 

And Zim causing realities to collapse in on themselves wouldn’t have been possible at all without GIR. Zim would have honestly messed this up without him (he could have easily erased himself from existence) GIR is way more competent than he appears to be. 

Zim was able to destroy the Zimvoid because of direct assistance from GIR. 

And as we all remember: 

The zapper absolutely fried every single GIR on entry to the Zimvoid. According to Spotted Zim here, every single GIR was destroyed completely due to the zapper.

Not many people give it too much thought because before the arc was over people were predicting GIR would have a large role to play in what Zim’s “thing” is. And he does, because Zim couldn’t have taken down the entire Zimvoid without GIR.

But HOW did GIR survive? Why did GIR survive? what makes GIR so special?

D I B

If Dib did not stubbornly follow Zim blindly into the Zimvoid, GIR wouldn’t have survived.

(That and Dib keeps a close eye on GIR and slips easily into his protective big brother mode with him) 

IT’S THE REASON ALL THE OTHER GIRS perished.

ZIB EVEN SAYS AS MUCH:

Zib finds that weird and hilarious that out of all the Dibs, he’s the only one who comes, but he never really properly check what Dib’s “thing” is because it’s so obvious to him. 

But here’s the kicker about what our Zim’s “thing” is… or what Zib assumes from his thing…

He’s scanning his Memory for variations based on the timeline he came from, not the current events that are happening. 

Because as it stands….

Zim could have only destroyed the Zimvoid with GIR’s help.

GIR could have only survived with Dib’s assistance/interference… and 

Dib needed to follow Zim for this to happen. 

You know what else needed to happen?

Dib had to be there to pull Zim out of his own head and focus on the task at hand…

This sounds vaguely familiar 

So what am I getting at with all these connections? What does it all mean? Well… I have a bit of a theory, and I kinda think the Zimvoid proved it. 

There are a few things that set our Zim apart from all the other Zim and make him the Ultimate Zim..

Zim does not abide by the laws of this society very well. He does what he needs to do in the stadium, but he really is resistant to how bureaucratic the system is. Even 2k and Palindrome who do have their own resistance group, are still functioning within the rules of their society and the Elder Zim says as much. No Zim ever thinks to destroy this dimension altogether and take out all the other Zims with them. Even as a resistance group they are clearly playing by Zib’s rules.

There’s a reason that the Resistance has existed for six months and hasn’t even gotten close to beating much less confronting Number One until Dib showed up. They never really left the game and are really chasing their own tails. It’s just another way to feed into their competitive egos without directly competing in the stadium. If any of these Zim’s were as driven as OUR Zim, they would of confronted number One a very long time ago. 

Because our Zim is the most driven out of any Zim in the Zimvoid.

Zim rose in rank way faster in 24 hours than any progress that the Zim-Resisty made in six months. 

If half or even one of the Zims in the Zimvoid were as driven as our Zim, can you imagine how quickly this establishment could be abolished?! 

Every Zim has a role to fill and they will gladly fill those roles when they have a specific trait given to them… Like… THEY WILL OWN IT. IT IS WHAT DEFINES THEM AS AN INDIVIDUAL NOW.

For all these Zims in the Zimvoid…. and Carl… this defines what they are and who they are now. Every Zim takes great pride in their “Thing”  

For Zim, this is completely unacceptable. No version of Zim would just accept their role like this and he KNOWS that. It’s why he resists so hard and calls them all horrible variations of him. Zim has been fighting tooth and nail to carve his own identity and stand out as Irk’s finest invader for centuries. To get the Tallest and his people to look at him for who he is and praise him for how awesome he is. And now he’s being told that in order to be “unique” he has to “follow the crowd” You see where Zim’s whole conflict comes from here.

 This is why Zim falls to pieces when he is actually given a “Thing” and it’s the stupidest thing in the world. All these inferior Zims are the ones calling HIM the worst…. because of packing peanuts. 

The identity he’s been trying so hard to stand out isn’t important after all…. he isn’t a unique Zim, he’s the worst of the worst out of many Zims. You can see how that can easily break him and he would have stayed in his existentialism if Dib wasn’t there. 

And the thing about having a Dib in the Zimvoid….

It’s pretty obvious that not all of these Zim’s “THINGS” are exclusive. Throughout the multiverse, they don’t do the exact same things with the exact same people. Their Dibs and relationships and histories they have with Dib are extremely different. Zib didn’t take into account our Zim’s relationship with his Dib. 

And why would Zib even care about that? Since he claims that he killed his Zim. he lies about a lot of things 

To Zib, a Dib’s relationship to a Zim DOES NOT MATTER

So much so that he denies his own identity, falsifies so much information, lies to Dib’s face to make a good first impression, and above all else, never looks at any Zim’s timeline to determine what their Dib is like. He never checked to see what Dib’s thing is. He just assumed “oh you’re the only Dib who came, of course, that’s your thing” 

But he was wrong.

Really wrong about this, because Zim’s relationship to Dib is really the core factor in what sets Zim apart from the other Zims. 

Dib not only was the factor in keeping GIR alive, but was the factor in getting Zim promoted to the inner circle so quickly in the first place. 

Dib was also the factor in getting 2k and the rest of the Zim-Resisty wound up enough to actually DO something and storm the gate. Like I said, they’ve been sitting around following the rules of Zim-society as a “rebel” for like six months before Dib showed up.

Dib was able to motive the Zims into doing what they set out to do

Dib actually did a lot to boost Zim up into “Ultimate Zim” status. Wether intentional or not, and judged by 2k’s and Palindrome’s reactions to Dib throughout the arc….

I don’t think any other Zim has ever worked with a Dib before.

We get a lot of hints of this from how every Zim talks and refers to their Dib.

We never know how the Boloney effect was reversed in the show, and that’s part of the joke. But it is very clear that the Boloney effect was only reversed because Zim and Dib worked together to find a solution. THIS ZIM DID NOT WORK WITH DIB AND THIS IS WHY HE IS STILL MEAT.

And from all the context clues I showed before, it’s really clear no Zib and Dib throughout the multiverse have even worked together once, just from how all the Zims tend to regard Dib. 

And ESPECIALLY with how Zib regards HIS Zim.

It’s blatantly obvious to me that Zib has never worked together with his Zim. 

But as GIR has stated: 

If a “real” Zim has never worked with a Dib before…. This is the thing that really sets Zim apart.

Dib was the factor in keeping GIR alive.

Dib was the factor in rallying the Resistance.

Dib was the reason Zim got an audience with number One.

Dib was the one who motivated/inspired Zim to actually look deeper into the irken technology

AND DIB WAS THE REASON ZIM WAS ABLE TO DESTROY THE ZIMVOID

You can call this deep-seated denial from both of them, but they are both right in more ways then they know. 

Dib is the Ultimate Dib because Zim is the Ultimate Zim because they unintentionally, fall into teamwork roles and help each other out. They are both the “worst” because they can work together better then any other Dib and Zim in the multiverse, and that is why they are the best.

Zim was the only possible Zim in the multiverse who could actually do this. Because of Dib. 

And I really think that’s what makes him the Ultimate Zim. 

Like I really don’t doubt it. 

💞A Glamour (Spell Jar)💞

A glamour spell to appear more noticeable & confident. It also encourages self love, which will help you appear more confident. This is all based on how I do magick, and my opinion. What You Will Need: - A jar - Moon water - Rose (Any form will do, use a carrier oil though if you’re using essential oils!) - Lavender (Same thing as above, any form will do)  - Cinnamon  - Pink glitter (Optional)  You could also use anything else you associate with love, power, confidence, healing, beauty. This is just what I used. Steps: Place all items in the jar, move your hand in a circular motion (clockwise) to mix it up a bit. Then place it somewhere, and forget it. Let it do its thing. In Addition: You could carry this around with you, or place it near an object to allow it to attach its energies & properties onto that object. You’re done! I hope someone does & enjoy this spell. Have a lovely day 💖

The Seven Deadly Sins

Just a little thing. I didn’t put too much effort into this lolol. And I didn’t get all the sins in there either, but hey! Yandere scenarios for five of the seven deadly sins!

Warnings: yandere, suggestive content, dark themes

Bakugou (Pride)

Anyone that would deny that Bakugou was the best of the best was a lying, jealous pissant. His quirk was the quirk to have, one that had more uses than any of those wannabe, loser mouthbreathers he called his classmates. On top of that, Bakugou was strong, fast, agile, and his stamina was certainly something to write home about. There was no doubt in his mind that he was going to make it big in this world; everyone else either wanted to be him, fuck him, or fight him, as it should be.

So when Bakugou told you that the two of you were going out, and you told him that you certainly were not, he’d nearly lost his shit. What was wrong with you? Were you blind? Clearly there was something wiry with your head if you didn’t know that you should have been honored that Bakugou even spared you a second glance! Maybe you were just ignorant. It could be that you just weren’t aware of Bakugou’s splendor– as unlikely as that was, he’d simply have to give you a reminder. After all, he couldn’t expect someone so cute to be smart, too.

He’d show off more in front of you, making sure to blow your mind whenever your eyes found their way back to him during training exercises. He’d be sure to best any other guy he’d previously seen you talking to, so you knew that it was clear that he was better than any of them. If that didn’t grab your attention– it was amazing that it didn’t– he’d have to start getting a little more aggressive. He’d knock into you more often in the halls, making sure to help his little mouse collect her things when they’d scatter everywhere. Of course, he wouldn’t apologize for the incident; if you weren’t such a klutz, you wouldn’t be having these issues.

Touchy, touchy. He somehow managed to get the two of you paired up during hero training more often than not, and boy was that his time to shine. He’d use every opportunity to grab onto your body, whether it was to “detain you”, or “save you” didn’t matter. He’d have his hard cock pressed against your ass either way, just to make sure you knew what you were missing out on. He’d relish that fact that he could make your cheeks darken after hardly any effort.

Bakugou would eventually come to the conclusion that you didn’t dislike him, you were just being a stuck-up bitch. He’d really just have to make you admit it, behind closed doors, with you underneath him, pinned down, helpless, and unable to deny just how great Bakugou really is.

And hell, he’d show you that he wasn’t prideful for no reason.

Shinsou (Envy)

“You can’t help what your heart longs for…”

It hurt… It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be you advancing onto class A, leaving poor, unfortunate Shinsou in the dust. He was just as capable as you, moreso even… when he put his mind to it. It was just that you had yourself a flashy quirk. You were lucky. He was not. The world was unfair, and it hurt him.

For awhile, Shinsou wanted to stay rueful of you. He didn’t want to have to watch you advance, or gain attention from both your peers and hero agencies, or become friends with other “gifted” students that also didn’t know how lucky they were. He didn’t want to watch, but he couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t able to look away when you were wowed and wooed by the pathetically squirrely antics of none other than Izuku Midoriya, the kid who stunted Shinsou’s chances to be seen as something more than he was all those years ago at the sports festival.

What an ugly, creeping feeling crawling its way from Shinsou’s ribs to his shoulders as he watched Midoriya’s lips move slowly, less than an inch away from your ear, sharing secrets that made your body flush. He felt like he was drowning, wanting so badly to know what Midoriya had been whispering, what it’d be like to feel your blush radiating off your skin because of something he said, or how it’d feel if he was the on you smiled for after brushing your hair around your ear.

This wasn’t right. It was better when he felt disdainful because of you. Now he had to deal with these impossible feelings of wanting… needing… coveting…

What did you see in Midoriya that made you so blind to Shinsou? Was it his energy, his looks (come on. him?), or just the fact that he’d been born with an exceptional quirk, one that would easily make him a hero? And why was Shinsou suddenly so invested in who whispered into your ear? He no longer knew whether or not he was jealous of Midoriya, or if he was jealous of you, but he was certain that this longing would not be satiated until he did something about it.

You could never understand what it was like to yearn for something so badly, but never quite have it in your grasp. He’d try to explain to you… after he took you (honestly, you were far too trusting. Probably because you’ve never been in any real situation where you had to question your judgement), but you wouldn’t listen, even when he’d have your mind washed so you were no longer screaming or cursing at him.

Shinsou had the drive to take things when the world wouldn’t serve him his desires on a silver platter. He took you, but you didn’t love him yet, so he’d just have to keep taking things from you until you did: your first kiss… a surprised gasp… a wistful sigh… a drawn out moan… He’d continue take and take and take, until everything you had besides your quirk was virtually his, and after that, he’d continue to take until you understand that longing ache he had for you, and to be a hero, and to be more than what people made him out to be. By this time, he didn’t even want anything that wasn’t you anymore, but until you and him were on the same page, he wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop until you longed, and you craved, and you wanted, and when you did, he’d have you, so he’d have everything, and the tables would turn.

…Until he decided that it was Midoriya’s turn to be green with envy.

Hawks (Gluttony)

Please pay attention to him– he’d only ever wanted to impress you.

It was mating season for bird thots everywhere, which meant it was time to get a little bit flashy… Baby Keigo didn’t grow up with a whole lot, so you couldn’t really blame him for becoming a bit of a hype beast. He collected all the newest garb, bringing it all home to show it off to you. If you, his precious little bird didn’t want to act like she cared, well, that was fine, right? That just meant… he had to bring you more stuff: pearl necklaces, new Adidas, boxes of chocolates, a nice throw. He certainly couldn’t get you a phone or a computer because– ha! He wouldn’t want you calling anyone for help or anything. But would you… if you had the chance? Why would you when he took such good care of you? The idea that maybe you weren’t playing hard to get, and instead just didn’t like Hawks… after he brought you all this stuff? It kinda stings, babe! 

Thinking about that would put him in a bad mood and you don’t want a grumpy bird thot on your hands. He’d hoard all the stuff he bought in his little comfy nest he made for the two of you, chirping all about all he had to go through to get you these things, only to have you be your regular spoiled and standoffish self. Oh yes, he’d be entirely too quick to play the guilt game. Manipulative? Maybe. Charming? He sure thought he was! Incredibly annoying? To you, absolutely. You’d just have to give him the attention he so desperately wanted if only to stop all his crooning. 

You’d have to sit next to him, tell him that you loved all that he’d done for you, stroke his feathers, feed him some of those chocolates– hold up! Ohhh little chickadee, please don’t you stop stroking those wings. Originally, he wanted to spoil you, but baby angel, you made him feel so good. This was definitely on purpose, right angel? You wanna show him that you wanna be with him? You want to love him? It doesn’t matter at the moment, just— just please don’t stop touching him!

You made his body hot, and those beautiful, angelic fingers felt so incredibly soothing as they wove through his feathers. But be careful baby girl. You’d gotten yourself in a bit of a pickle; the more you pull your hands through his wings, the more you’d be telling him you want to mate with him, but the instant you pull away, he would, without a shadow of a doubt, jump your bones.  

He really couldn’t help himself. He was a glutton for you, babe!

Midoriya (Greed)

If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s gonna want some milk.

What was Izuku Midorya’s cookie? That simple smile his bunny sent his way.

Oh, how… adorable it was. The first time you’d smiled at him, his belly filled with so much warmth and he got this tingling feeling that followed him throughout his entire night. Midoriya didn’t know what it was that did him in about that gentle regard, but he did know that he wanted to see it again. The same fuzzy feeling he got returned to him every time he collected another one of your smiles, but it wasn’t as all encompassing as it had been the first time. Midoriya wanted– no, needed more, just to get the same pleasurable feeling back, if only for a second.

More.

A brush of the hands, fingertips to fingertips, your touch was precious to Midoriya. It was exhilarating whenever he got to touch you, whether he was passing something back to you and he let his fingers linger on you for just a tiny bit longer than was entirely necessary, or in shorter bursts when you slapped his hands when something good happened. That time you playfully grabbed his hand and pretended to read his palm– how you looked up from at him while your fingers traced his “love line”, Midoriya realized that touching you was at once, both everything and not enough.

More.

Why couldn’t this be enough? Why wouldn’t he ever be satisfied.

At first he thought that he could wait– spend his time working his way up to a kiss, and from a kiss, something more, little by little, but his darling moved far too slow for that. It wasn’t that his bunny wasn’t worth waiting for, but your pace was excruciating and Midoriya spent too many nights with a roaring ache in his loins, you stuck behind his eyelids. He pictured you running your hands over his bare chest too many times not to make that a reality.

More.

When Midoriya finally got to kiss you, he wouldn’t stop there. It could never have been a simple peck on your lips that only lasted a second– one that would have you turn away with a blush until you eventually ran away, all cute and bashful like you were. No, Midoriya would have to slip his tongue in between your lips, and he would have to ignore how your beautiful, warm body tensed when his finger tips slid from your cheeks to your neck. It would have to be a kiss where Midoriya could lodge his knees between your legs, hold you close, and swallow your pleas with more kisses. Again and again and again. Your soft lips against his. He’d keep you to himself, your body would be his to roam over, his to mark up, and his to touch, and kiss, and love until you have nothing left to give.

And then he’d take more.

Because Midoriya would always be greedy for you, and you were not supposed to give cookies to mice.

Aizawa (Sloth)

If Aizawa was weighted to the couch, you were also weighted to the couch. There was absolutely no getting up allowed on days that he had off. If you weren’t caged in underneath the erasure hero, his arms would be wrapped around you at all times, holding you tightly, offering you nothing but lazy kisses whenever you protested or tried to wriggle away from him.

He’d have mounds of blankets piled on top of the both of you, creating a snug little prison for you, and a cozy paradise for him. Nothing was better than having you pressed up against him– no other responsibilities besides making sure that his little kitty was comfy, secure, close, and protected.

He’d order takeout and enjoy feeding you by hand, loving it even more when he could lick or nibble any food that he’d “accidentally” get on you while he was at it, and he’d gently massage your scalp while your laid your sleepy head on his lap. He adored the cute, little noises you gave out when you were on the edge of sleep, so he’d keep you there, in that state, rubbing your head, back, and ass to get you to drift to sleep, and kissing your neck and shoulders to keep you awake.

Even the way he fucked you when you had days like these was more than a little lazy. He’d turn you into a little sushi ball, all tucked and rolled up in your blankets with nothing but your legs exposed. He’d lick your pussy, but only enough to get you wet and wanting, and mount you when you were bound and powerless, ready to take anything he had to give. He couldn’t help but cum inside of you when he finally got there; pulling out would only be a bother– a mess he’d have to clean. Besides, with your face all cute and red when when you got hot and bothered, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist claiming you like that whenever he had the opportunity.

He’d always cherish these slothful Sundays he could spend doing nothing but loving his little kitten.

A tip for blending when painting digitally: use a transition color! I quickly made this when my brother asked for art advice while I was working on a painting for my best friend. (I was watching a lot of makeup videos to pick out her gifts).